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A/N: This is just a little one-shot I wanted to do. Don't worry I promise I'll update my other stories soon it's just that I wasn't really in the mood to update one of those right now. Enjoy!
I never thought it would come to this. I never wanted any of this to happen. I didn't want to be one of Voldemort's followers, I didn't want to leave Hogwarts, and least of all did I want to see one of the greatest wizards of all time die right in front of me. Why did it all have to happen to me? From the moment I was born my dad wanted to make me a powerful dark wizard just like he was. He never once asked me if I wanted to be one and I never dared telling him I didn't. It was the right path for a Malfoy. I remember the first time I got onto the Hogwarts Express. My father told me who was pure blood and acceptable to sit with and who was a half blood or a mudblood. I hated having to sit with all the purebloods but I knew that if I didn't word would eventually reach my father that I betrayed the Malfoy family. Then once we got off the train I met Harry Potter. He seemed rather nice but then I had to go and make fun of the Weasley because my dad always said the Weasley family was the worse pureblood family in existence. I became Harry's enemy not because I hated him but because I had to. Years passed by and I became more and more jealous of him. He had real friends that he could trust and could go to if he felt bad. I had friends that weren't even friends, they just stood beside me because I was an honorary Malfoy. After six years at Hogwarts I had to do the assignment for Voldemort because he said that if I didn't he would kill both me and my mother. When Dumbledore said he could protect me and my mother I was going to agree and thank him but then Snape jumped in and killed him. Now I'm sitting here alone and thinking to myself until Voldemort gives me my next dreaded assignment. I just wish I knew what it would be like to live freely and not have to live up to any expectations.
